Charlatans

A year ago yesterday my maternal Grandmother died which would explain the rather peculiar conversation I had with my Mother at the weekend. Not long after my Grandmother died my Mother and one of my sisters went to see a psychic, I understand that for some people this offers some kind of comfort, that perhaps the deceased are not really gone after all, I don't knock those who do this, personally I can't see the point and would rather just accept the loss and carry on, but there you go.

Anyway, as it is approaching the anniversary I assume she felt that she needed to know that my Grandmother was still about somewhere, watching over her. Fair enough. The pyschic, again fed her information from the other side, things she wouldn't have otherwise known, it's hard to remain sceptical but I do. Who's to say this isn't just what my Mother has read into vague comments and leading statements? The psychic told her she has 4 daughters (correct), one of them is having problems (aren't we all?), one of them is going to be going away somewhere ("and that's what Derek Acorah said" - no really, she went to see Derek Acorah who said the 19yr old one of us would be going to work away, of course she might do, she's young, has no ties, she could easily work abroad) and one of them has long dark hair, it's fallen out, just round the sides..... And here is where my issues lie. That one is me, as a result of my eating disorder my hair thinned a lot, I didn't have a bald patch or anything approaching a bald patch, my hair just wasn't as thick as it once was. The psychic has told my Mother that at 10pm every night she is going to perform some "healing" on me. Healing me of what? Why? I know it's wrong but I have really taken umbrage with this, I don't even believe in this yet I feel strangely uncomfortable and affronted at this unsolicited effort to "heal" me. Yes, if it really is all just rubbish peddled by charlatans then I have nothing to worry about, she's just a crazy lady thinking about a girl with a non-existent bald patch but then part of me, the illogical part of me cannot help but think perhaps there's something in this, and if there is, what is she doing to me? Is it even legal?

I just don't feel comfortable, not one little bit. She's also healing my mother of a stomach issue. Perhaps someone should get in touch with the NHS, the cure for cancer is in a crystal ball